The rising of the moon
Casting shadows in the forest
There the wolves will gather
Howling like crazy fools
The pack of wolves
Smelling the good meat
Feeling great on the recent outing
Now they are thinking plenty
The moon shines with the dark clouds
Moving slowly capturing every image
The wolves only looking up snarling
The white sharp teeth glowing
The break to twigs
The silence awakens
The wolves eyes turn cold
Staring in the distance
The loud howling
Trembling in the woods
The people on hunting
They know the score to settle
The rising of the moon
The bad vibration in the forest
The wolves will howl like crazy
But the people on hunting
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